Maximus said nothing - after all, Wyatt had said it for him, with more feeling than he had on the subject. He glanced back over his shoulder to take in the man's expression.

He knew the pain. Rome was so far and so long gone that there was nothing left to even reach for. He had to imagine that for Wyatt it was worse: having his world nearly in his grasp but still just as impossible to grasp as Rome itself.